The Richest Heir

CHAPTER 12

Within the desolate walls of an abandoned factory, three girls found themselves bound to stools, surrounded by menacing thugs.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Tracy mustered the courage to ask, recognizing one of the men as the drunk they had beaten the night before.

In his sober state, he looked considerably more dangerous. The scar-faced man seated next to him exuded an even more lethal aura, both eyeing the terrified girls with lust.

"Who are we?" the scarred man hissed, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "We're those who shouldn't be messed with. Men piss in their pants when they hear our names – Marcus and Mario. I'm the mobster boss in this area!"

His hand slammed down on the table with a thunderous impact, sending ripples through the beer glasses resting on its surface. The sudden force jolted the girls, causing them to startle in their seats.

"You three had the audacity to beat up my little brother when he was drunk and unable to defend himself!"

Fear gripped them as